I haven't forgotten
Today was the anniversary of one of the worst days in American history. Although I haven't forgotten, I was surprised that this year (for the first time really), the past events of 9-11 didn't haunt my mind all day in remembrance. Thoughts and memories flitted through my mind here and there through the day, but it wasn't a piercing pain like it has been in years past.
Tonight while I was spending girl's night over half-priced appetizers at Applebees, we got into a conversation about it and for the first time today I felt my eyes tearing up. I realize that although it is a wound in my heart that has begun to heal, I certainly haven't forgotten. September 11, 2001 is a day that will live fresh in my mind and heart until the day I die, I suspect.
As Allison spoke the words "Where were you?" , memories of that day began to flood my mind. I know it sounds trite, but it truly was a lovely day. Beautiful, peaceful, calm. Blue skies. A beauty that would quickly be destroyed by ungodly sights and sounds, heightened emotions, fear and uncertainty. After watching a few specials on tv about it tonight, the tears that have escaped me all day have finally come. I haven't forgotten--as I'm sure so many of you haven't either.
Please help me to comfort others the way that you have been so faithful to comfort me.
"Silent Night 911"